The only permanent thing in my life is the ink I put on my clients.
I drift from city to city, in and out of beds, from one tattoo shop to the next.
Every time I start to put down roots, I rip them up.
Until New Orleans.
Until her.
She's everything I'm not.
Full of fire and life. An innocent where I'm a sinner.
I want to consume her. Protect her. Keep her.
But first, I have to escape from beneath these shadows.